Chapter 4: ➶ I once again slip on my old, scuffed up hunting boots, the one's I wore the day of the reaping. Walking out the door, I distinctively remember that day, sliding under the fence and feeling my braid whip my face as I jogged down the steep hill. I repeat those actions, and a tsunami of terror fills me. I have to shake my head to snap back into reality, knowing the games are over and our lives are at peace. To this day, I still keep my bow and quiver filled with arrows stuffed in a hollow log. I snatch my bow and quiver, whip the quiver strap over my head and across my shoulders to already have the string on my check within seconds loaded with a sharp pointed arrow. I creep through the woods, following the hunting trail I always followed as a little girl. My father's voice whispers in my ear, I can feel his breath on my neck. "Katniss, Katniss, Katniss." I look around, realizing that it's just me, and concentrate on the task at hand. I can't be hallucinating, or worse, having another nightmare. Deer appears at the corner of my eye, and as fast as I can, my fingertips feel the feathers of the arrow in my quiver, then the arrow is already flying through the air. A screech escapes from the deer's mouth, and I know my dinner is ready. ❁❁➶❁❁ I finished skinning the deer in 10 minutes, keeping records in my head. I throw the game in a net, and throw the netted sack over my should back to the house. Never wanting to scar my children, I leave the sack of deer in the backyard of the house, and walk through the back door. Peeta greets we with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He sits me down in a seat, slides my shoes off, massaging the stiff calluses on the balls of my feet. I sit back and relax, slowly drifting off in one of the kitchen table's chairs, with the wafting aroma of freshly baked cheese buns filling my nostrils. This is home. ➶
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: ➶ When the night falls on me, I tiptoe down stairs to make myself a cup of tea before I go to sleep, and I hear a knock on the door. I open the door, to see Peeta standing right in front of me. "Peeta?" "Hey baby," I'm so confused why he wouldn't be in the house, being that it's this late at night. He takes off his winter coat and shoes, covered in millions on snowflakes from the frigid weather. Peeta runs upstairs to get dressed, and I scurry into the kitchen, boiling half a pot of water for my tea. I decide to walk upstairs to give the kids kisses goodnight, and I creep into their bedrooms to see Willow and Rye. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Peeta walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen, assuming he's looking for me. I close their bedroom door, and follow Peeta. ❁❁➶❁❁ I walk behind Peeta, and wrap my arms around his back. He pries me off, and turns me to face him. I decide to ask him some questions that we're lingering in my head, and they slide out of my mouth like a waterfall. "Where we're you? I thought you were inside the house..." "I had to run to the bakery quickly. I forgot to lock up." Obviously that was a lie, because Peeta takes out a ginormous cookie from a paper bag, and breaks it in half for him and I to share. I give him a kiss on the cheek, and remember that I have water boiling. I run over to the stove, turn the power button off, and tip the pot so water falls out the spout and into two cups for Peeta and I. We enjoy the presence that we have together, being that we are always taking care of our children. No one can comfort me more than Peeta, I nuzzle into his arm, feeling the cotton fabric to his nightshirt. He kisses the top of my head, and once we finish, Peeta and I walk upstairs for bed. We slide under the sheets, and hold each other, promising to never let go. ➶
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